I would like to give you the good news. I have finally been able to create a turquoise crystal on a black background. It looks amazing. I also created a golden yellow crystal on a black background. All other test showed interesting silvery square crystals. I will now up the temperature and drop the colorants within the slip. It is very exciting. However I have hurt my back, I think I pushed myself last week and the universe is taking back what I took from it. I’ll post pictures of the pieces I make after the adjustments.
The Moonlight series is coming……
There is nothing better than sipping tea and realizing that you need to go to the supply store for your clay projects. Since I have little to no supplies I’ll finish trimming the last bowls for a commission that I have, and then surf the internet. Tomorrow my black porcelain test tiles will be out of the kiln so maybe I can redesign my formulas.
During the Day I am an administrative assistant/ Art teacher, I teach an average of 25.5 kids a day, for 2-3 hours, its nice. Kids are hilarious.
The leaves rustled in the wind as they pass outside my window. Outside my window is a parking lot with landscape and a large dragon sculpture. Inside this building that I work in I help this community everyday. Everyday the leaves turn brighter, and everyday more and more of them come down to make large piles on the sidewalk. Autumn is so nice.
Recently I have been trying to get a white, light blue-green, light yellow gold, and blue crystal on a black background. I am talking about crystalline glaze here, the reason why? Is because my next series is called the “Moonlight”.
In the moonlight everything has a blue tint to it, even the snow as it falls. That’s what I want to accomplish, a way to say “snow falling in the moonlight” by visually describing it.
Formulating the 2nd and 3rd layers of space is hard work. But I have made 10 black porcelain test tiles and am ready to start again. The first test had a bad control due to temperature loss. Next week I might make history, the first to make a yellow crystal on a black background, I am soooooo excited, but I am sooooooo tired. I work too much. Recently I have added a new student to my schedule, now I have five.
On another note, I have come up with a levitating cup using permanent magnets but am unable to bring myself to make it. I can feel the universe yelling at me for taking the idea before I was suppose to.
The super technique is my main goal, the technique that turns ceramic techniques into symbols that are more accurate than word and letters. I must first master the Moonlight, then I will be able to get closer to my goal.
THE LEAVES OF FALL REMIND ME THAT TIME IS PASSING, THAT DEADLINES ARE APPROACHING, THAT BEING BUSY IS AMBIVALENT AND THAT EVERLASTING HOPE IS SOMETHING THAT IS GIVEN. BLESSED ARE THE AUTUMN LEAVES FOR THEY ARE MANY COLORS AND LACK DEFINITION.
The joy of making is only announced once an idea is manifested into reality. I have been holding an idea for about a year now and it has been poisoning me. Little by little I have ran out of time to finish the idea. So I have made time, and now I will fire. I will fire the floating magnetic thermos cup prototype, the tessellated fish plates and the subliminal wind series. I am afraid of what I come up next, I am getting closer to my dream technique, to succeed in one’s dream is frightening, but I don’t know why. Is manifesting one’s imagination into reality really joyous or does it manifest ambivalence?
I took a deep sigh here in my office. the swamp cooler made an agreeable humming sound. The post it notes and address labels danced with the cool air passing in front of my computer screen. What awaits me now is the reason why my art must wait. I must help my communities kids. But at least I’ll pass my marigolds on my way to the free studio.
Standing on the shore she could see the streaked sky. Closing her eyes she felt the breeze. It smelled of earth. She could hear the hum of traffic, the voices of people, the cries of birds. No longer did she care of what was said, what things meant, she just was. Eyes closed she looked to the sky and waited.
Like fluttering wings of angels the rain fell.
Concept for next composition for